All Chapters of TRAPPED WITH MY DAD'S BESTFRIEND: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

The next morning, I arrived at the office earlier than usual, still feeling the lingering weight of my conversation with Thiago the night before. His reassurance had settled some of my nerves a bit, but not all. Charles Bermudez was still a problem, and I wasn’t about to let him keep disrupting my work.When I stepped into my office, however, I instantly felt something was off. My desk that was usually spotless and way too well put together was now messed up. My personal files were usually in a controlled state of chaos, but everything now looked disorganised and unsightly. That’s when I noticed him—Charles—sitting casually in the chair behind my desk, rifling through my paperwork as if he had every right to be there.That was when my blood boiled.“Excuse me,” I said, my voice sharp as I stormed into the room. “What the hell do you think you’re doing in my office?”Charles glanced up from the files with that same smug, arrogant smile he’d worn at the board meeting yesterday. “Ah, goo

And as soon as Marcus left, I grabbed my phone and dialed Thiago’s viber. I needed to inform him about the things that his cousin was doing behind our back.The weight of everything—Charles’ meddling, the betrayal within the company, and the looming threat to Bermudez Group—hung over me like a dark cloud. I needed to seek help, and of course, the only person I think that could help me now was no one else but Thiago. I needed him now.It rang a few times before Thiago picked up, his voice calm and collected as usual. "Wifey, what’s going on?"I didn’t bother with pleasantries. "We need to talk. Please, Charles is snooping around in our financial files in secret, and he’s not doing it alone. Someone in the company is helping him, and I need to know if you’re involved."There was a pause on the other end of the line, and for a moment, my heart pounded in the silence. When Thiago finally spoke, his voice was firm but a little colder than usual. "Wifey, I’ve already told you—I have noth

As the days passed, the investigation into Charles’ activities only deepened. My private investigator had uncovered more connections between Charles and several of our competitors, particularly one shady conglomerate that had been sniffing around the edges of Bermudez Group for months.It became clear that Charles was playing a much bigger game than we originally thought.I sat in my office, pouring over the investigator’s latest findings, my mind racing. Every new revelation only made things murkier. Charles wasn’t just after my position—he was after the whole damn company.Suddenly, there was a knock at the door, and Lucia poked her head in, looking more concerned than usual."Madame CEO," she said softly, stepping into the room. "You’re going to want to see this.""What now?" I asked, barely hiding my frustration. I had enough on my plate as it was.Lucia handed me her tablet, her fingers shaking slightly. "I pulled another set of CCTV footage from last week. I know we’ve already s

And so a day finally came when I have decided to finally chase Charles towards his trap. Despite knowing that the moment I decided to set Charles up, I knew it wouldn’t be easy. But for some reason, I still was confident that with the evidence Lucia had gathered and Mira's ongoing investigation, I could catch him in the act and end this nightmare once and for all.I called a private meeting with Lucia and Marcus the following morning in my office. They had been my most trusted allies, and I needed their expertise if we were going to pull this off."Here’s the plan," I began, leaning forward across the table, my voice low but determined. "We need to make Charles think he’s getting the upper hand. We’ll dangle something, like a project—a huge project, something that will seem like the perfect opportunity for him to steal. But it’ll be a decoy. We’ll set it as a trap, and after he bites, we’ll have all the proof we need to bury him."Lucia raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "You want to feed

As I stormed down and outside the mansion, my thoughts were a whirlwind of anger, frustration, and disbelief. I could barely think straight as I grabbed my coat and swung open the front door of the house. I needed air. I needed to get away, to do something, anything, before I lost my mind.But before I could take a step outside, a familiar figure blocked my path. Thiago.“Where the heck are you going this late, wifey?” His voice was calm, almost too calm for how I felt. He was leaning against the doorframe, his hands in his pockets, like he wasn’t even fazed by everything that had just gone down.“Get out of my way,” I hissed, trying to shove past him, but he didn’t budge.“Wifey, hey stop, hey I said, stop.”“I said get out of my way, Thiago!” My voice cracked, anger and hurt lacing every word. I felt the pressure building in my chest, threatening to explode. How could he just stand there, acting like nothing had happened, after everything Charles had done to me?“I’m not letting you